You kept the sacred sanctuary populated and left the idol-temple in ruins; whatever You did, You did entirely right.

On the surface, this couplet sounds like humble submission to divine will—accepting that the sanctuary flourishes while the temple falls into ruins. But beneath that apparent surrender lies the poet's gentle, biting irony. For a mystic who sees the Divine everywhere, both places belong to the same Beloved, so praising this unequal fate is actually a playful, heartbreaking way of questioning why grace was granted to one and denied to the other.